ooh! i just remembered a word made up in my dream last night. genuship. as in, our genuship community rather than worship. it was in reference to our dedicated-to-shimer community. genuship. also, chris’s apt had the best view of the crossroads and all the girls would squeal and glue their faces to his window for a peek. meanwhile, chris would hang out with people behind the girls being all anonymous and not really giving a fuck. we had an abandoned church/school that was a lot like a stripped and dusty 438. on the 2nd floor we sat on dirty grade school desks and did our own science projects and grammar lessons waiting for inspiration to hit. also, to blow off steam, we would attempt to drive at the right (very high) speed at the right angle to get into the pinball machine.